Psychological

Today, I had to go to the doctor's office to get a flu shot.

Shot's aren't fun, but I've pretty much gotten used to them by now. They don't really bother me. Needles bother me, but they don't scare me. It just grosses me out to watch them sink into someone's (my) flesh.

However, today, as I was sitting in the waiting room with my dad and brother, I felt extremely anxious. I could practically hear my own hear beating in my chest, my palms were sweating, and my feet were tapping erratically on the ground. I didn't even know why I was scared. I think it was some sort of mental connection to the horrible, traumatizing memories that have taken place in the building. I'm also pretty sure that the smell of antiseptics sends me into a panic. And watching three hours of House last night didn't help either. (NO. NO, HOUSE, NO. DON'T SCRAPE OUT HIS BONE MARROW, HE'S NOT SEDATED. OH GOD NOW HE'S SCREAMING... -cringe-)

I kept rubbing my arm and pulling my jacket sleeves tighter, just in case the doctor decided to lunge in and stab me with a syringe, yelling "SURPRISE FLU SHOT~!!!"

To distract me, my dad kept commenting on the incongruity of the decor. On one wall, there was a lion in a jungle with a sticker of an amoeba stuck randomly in the scene. The counter was covered in fish and seahorses, with a lovely picture of a septipus ( Yes, a septipus. It only had seven tentacles.) hanging above it. I took a picture of it:

Shortly after that, the doctor came in and did her check-up routine (It required her to look inside my mouth; she made me spit out my last piece of gum.) and gave us our shots. We left and drove away.

Just when I thought I had escaped tragedy from the doctor's office, I started to get this... feeling in my arm. It wasn't exactly pain; it was just kind of like I could feel something there. I began twitching and squirming uncomfortably, yelling, "I CAN FEEL IT. OH GOSH I CAN FEEL IT MOVING THROUGH MY BLOODSTREAM". The tingly feeling quickly spread to my hand, causing me to thrash more violently. This continued until we got home.

I knew that I couldn't really feel it; my blood moves much faster than that. I was having some sort of psychological reaction to getting a vaccine. It was uncomfortable. Sometimes I wish they'd just give me the darn thing without telling me, so I wouldn't have to go through this. I remember that I passed out when I got my blood drawn (twice), but I don't really know if it was from loss of blood or because I thought I had loss of blood. My brain must be easy to trick...

... My elbow clicks when I move it. Is it supposed to do that?

Things

This is a photographic compilation of all of the weird things in my house.

#1:

A giant tube of ground beef from the US, Canada, Mexico, Australia, New Zealand, AND Uruguay. I don't know what the heck may await me in this thing.

#2:

That one light in my kitchen that decided it need a switch all to itself... Across the room from the rest of the light switches...

#3:

Four-year-old paint swatches that we never decided on. They both look like patches of dried blood on our walls.

#4:

Six-month-old bowl of sausage grease. I think it explains itself.

#5:

Smear of drywall that was used to fix a crack and never painted over... The crack came back...

#6:

Entire roll of duct tape sitting in a corner gathering dust.

#7:

One of the many piles of apocalypse food stashed in our freezer.

#8:

We bought Ginger Chews- in bulk!

#9:

Large block of wood with various ropes sticking out of it.

#10:

Disco ball/drawing of a fish.

#11:

Docked Roomba. Used less than ten times.

#12:

Broken TV. It's still here, just like I predicted.

#13:

Box of random computer innards.

#14:

Double rainbow mural. This is how I spend my weekends...

The Chair

Yes, Adam Young, I stole your blog title.

But I thought it seemed appropriate for this blog.

So, the other day, I was in the car with my dad driving to pick up my brother from a friend's house. As we were exiting the neighborhood, we saw a chair.

It was a large armchair, made of some bright pink velvety material. Ordinarily, this wouldn't excite me, but we were no where near any houses; the chair was abandoned in a field on the side of the road, facing towards the trees.

It just looks like it belongs there- but it's pink. And not grass.

I just thought that was odd.